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samalong1 · 5 months

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Songbird Hannibal x Operareader

Yandere hannibal tw obsessive reltionship, controlling behavior,manupliation, and briefly mentioned baby trapping

You were his song bird, he'd always say it, it was his Nickname for you. He wasn't ashamed of it either infront of a crowd of all his dinner guests he'd call out for his song bird to come make a host

Such a nice reminder of how you met and fell in love, you even had the ticket Hannibal bought to your opera show framed so it was nice he was also sentimental

But it was much diffrent from hannibal's view

He saw your performances many times before you even met him. Every time he was smitten

Your voice it came from deep down as if it was your soul singing

It indirectly brought him to his childhood your look,voice,and even smell reminded him of his mother's room, the smell of all her perfume and the admiration he had for all the beauty and small details, it was hard to fully put into words but he just knew he had to have you

Although he wanted to simply sweep you up have you in his arms, he had to be patient if he wanted you to sing

A song bird could be trapped in the prettiest golden cage and fed the best quality food but never sing, they'd fall into depression being aware of their lack of freedom.

So he moved slowely charming you one night after a performance when he spotted you in the lobby. He'd take you ok the finest dates and gift you the finest golden jewelry he could find

Of course you were charmed, a respectable well groomed well educated man wanting to give you the world would charm anyone he was like a winning lotto ticket sticking out from any deadbeat,messy,rude, or childish boyfreinds you've had before

If the song bird is unaware of their captivity, the golden bars too far away for them to feel trapped, too busy with toys to want to fly away and it'd be content singing

This is what he did you thought you could go anywhere but he made very sure you'd never be too far away, not that you would wonder off he would do so much with you that you were too tired to go out without him.

He loved hearing your voice In the theatre and seeing how you moved everyone. But his greed was far more powerful, he wanted your voice to only move him to speak directly to him your voice only sung for him. At every performance he'd imagine your voice hitting a note so high everyone but him would shatter like glass leaving him the only one worthy to enjoy your melodies

So he played the long game soon wrapping your finger in a wedding ring, to lure you into the grand cage

After that it was easy to get you to abdonen your career with phrases like, "why work for others when I am more than able to provide", "you could write your own songs with the free time",and the one that hit the hardest "if we had children won't you want to be around them, of course I support working mothers but all the time you spend practicing and when you perform in other states even countries woudnt you rather be with them"

Of course there were a ton mire tactics he used to persuade you, he was very manipulative part of that is what made life to him a game if chess always needing to plot your next move or words

Soon it worked, his song bird was in the cage clueless about the trap and he locked the door

It took years but finally he had his pretty song bird in a golden cage where only he could be blessed with the singing, where only he held the key to free the bird but it remained unaware happily singing

You were happy either way wrapped around him

It was funny you worried that he didn't love you at times or that you were a bother due to how stoic he was and how hard it was to read him

Of course he'd assure you how loved you are but it was funny, you were worried that you were annoying him when he did so much for you to "annoy" him

Everyone saw through the bars even you, you were lucky you married a rich respectful docter who loved you

You'd still sing for the public but not as a profession whenever there was a open mic or any exuse he'd happily watch his songbird sing and the awe in others

He saw it as a blessing to the strangers a rare moment where he'd bring his golden cage to the public to allow others to hear the singing

He'd sketch you alot, you'd be drawn as many Greek Goddesses frequently as aphrodite, or on a stage singing to a audience that was empty exept for one man, him

He never shown you the sketches but he wasn't ashamed its just what he did to keep his mind busy you woudnt show him your middle school doodles

If you ever saw them he'd just admit that he drew them and move on

Though he'd ask you to model for paintings drawing you in so many poses some erotic but some classical, as if you were a medival monarch

Though he usually painted from real life he had one he painted without your modeling, it was you wearing flowing silk while in a golden swing in a golden cage seeming unaware

Oh how he favored it, it was hung in his office for any patients or freinds to see. You felt unease when seeing it but could never put a finger on it

Because a happy songbird was unaware of its cage,it didn't see itself as trapped so it woudnt recognize any depiction of themselves as trapped

#hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal #yandere hannibal lecter #yandere hannibal #hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter

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yvnaology · 26 days

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˖ ݁ . ࿓ DROWNED IN REALITY’S GAZE ( AVENTURINE. )

🎬 premise. in his reflection, he saw eyes harboring secrets, and lines mapping tales of triumph and struggle. in our reflection, he saw shared laughter, whispered promises, and the unspoken language of devotion. in his reflection, he saw a man of solitude with stoic resolve, a man that has truly — lost everything. [ late bday gift for @aventurne :D ]

In a pool of water, Aventurine stared into the depths of the substance — watching as he combed back his unruly blonde hair. His eyes loomed over as he witnessed another “him” in the azure liquid performing the same action.

Despite others' inability to perceive a difference between the two, stating that it's merely a copy of himself lingering in the waters, he disagrees with that statement wholeheartedly. Even when decorated with the finest fabrics and leather shoes, his eyes narrow at the sight of himself, scoffing before walking in the opposite direction. A mockery of the person he’d become is what puddles of water resembled to him. A harsh reminder, a cold greeting, the feeling is worse than chains binding him to the ground — worse than hands creeping onto his skin only to scar it.

A lost man in rags, dirtied hair filled with sin. It is a lost man in expensive clothing, drowned in gold, with his hair combed and high-quality items adorning his person, yet he is still filled with sin. Keeping one hand behind his back, he could feel it trembling as he grasped it. The twitching of his fingers would forever remain a hallucination, the hesitation to move them anymore clouding his brain before he stopped clutching it into a fist. He released the tension from his joints — allowing his hand to rest on his side.

That same hand rested in yours, a choice between left and right — yet you chose the one that almost flinched on instinct with every contact. “Is something wrong?” you would inquire in a mellow tone, caution evident in your voice. Every syllable was full of vigilance, a gentle rub of the back of his palm.

“Of course not, what made you think otherwise?” he’d do a dramatic wave of his hand, stare at you with a cunning grin full of falsity — intertwine your fingers as a sign of assurance, and hope you believe him. He’s okay, he’s fine — the hole that swallowed him spit him out a long time ago, he’s free.

(Don’t let it shake, don’t flinch, don’t allow anything that could indicate that you’re not fine.)

“Are you.. certain?” your gaze was one he would fail to understand, what could he have possibly done to earn it? He was scarred, buried under sand, lacking the certainty you craved desperately. Your hand reached out to cup his cheek, watching as his eyes slowly shut.

An alleviated smile graced his lips, not even you could discern what his inner voice was muttering — was it tormenting him? Screaming to allow him a moment of having a loose tongue, even? “I’m certain.”

(You’re such a liar.)

You felt him lean his head downwards until his cheek was fully against your palm. The skin was slightly rough, for your knowledge that the not-so-presumptuous man’s external battles allowed you to swipe your thumb across his cheek.

I wonder what’s going on in that head of yours, Kakavasha. You sighed, before pressing a chaste kiss to his nose. Will you ever allow me to peek into your bridled mind?

Adjusting his clothing during early mornings was one of your favorite activities, lighting and brushing the fabric to ensure the lack of wrinkles — making sure the collar of his shirt was neatly folded, all while sneakily snatching his hat and placing it onto your head.

“How do I look?” you’d stand proud, gripping the edges of the hat until you found a comfortable position.

“Wonderful, you likely outclass me wearing it.. not something I’d ever willfully admit.”

The chuckle that escaped your lips wasn’t too mellow or too boisterous, containing the sweetness of your voice that he sought after every morning. “That so?”

A gentle kiss to his cheek, a reminder that your presence was the soothing medicine he never thought he’d acquire. You gently grabbed hold of his hands, bringing him towards you until the mirror captured both your positions. Your very essence would never be able to be captured, not even by your other “self” shown in the glass.

The longer his gaze lingered on the surface, the more his mind felt as if it would shut down. His emotions were a complexity not even you could solve, your love was the greatest treasure he’d ever found — but was it enough to relieve the ache in his chest at the sight of the other “him”?

Perhaps if he held onto you tighter, that ache would magically fade. It was a gamble, one he was all too familiar with — his hold on you tightened, only slightly. Are you afraid to let go?

(No, that can’t possibly be it.)

You took it as a mere loving gesture, unaware of how he swallowed his words at that moment to make sure he could breathe properly.

(Breathe, everything’s fine — it will all work out in your favor.)

Everything did not work out in his favor.

The next time he saw his reflection in the mirror, it was shattered — pieces of glass fell and landed on the wooden tiles. A representation of the shape of his soul, battered and bruised, shattered and unable to be repaired even with all of the pieces. A few would eventually get lost in due time, the smallest shards would be required to complete the entire puzzle.

He clutched you tightly to his heaving chest, crimson stains on his gloves and clothing. Gaiathra, did I truly deserve this? Is this the “luck” you’ll continue to serve me?

(You deserve every last drop of their blood.)

There was a feeling of freedom in his hands, as restraints were ripped into quarters and he was robbed of his breath. A knot formed in his throat, until a weak sob escaped from it. There was nothing he could do to stop the tears from flowing from his eyes, as they no longer glowed brightly - blocking the sights of the sun, the broken mirror, and your lifeless body, as well as himself. The wretchedest of all beings, the supposed luckiest soul in the universe, the one who loathed to see his other self, was the most miserable of all beings.

"I failed you," he declared with a firmness that almost stopped his heart from beating. It was habits such as biting his lips until they bled, habits that he had promised himself he would not allow himself to revert to in the future. “I lost.”

The next time he walked through the streets of Penacony, he found himself looking at a lonesome puddle - where his reflection was once again, mocking him for what he had lost, for what he had become, for what he could've had. He knew that his other self would follow him wherever he went, a curse in disguise that would follow him until the day he drew his last breath.

#—stellaronhvnters.#aventurine x reader #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine x you #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x reader #hsr x y/n #hsr imagines #hsr fanfic

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thesensteawitch · 5 months

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What's Your Beauty?🥀

Pick A Pile Reading

💚(Left to Right- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)💚

Hello, Senstea Souls!

I am back with another collective reading that will tell you what's beautiful about you. Take this reading as it resonates. For any personal readings feel free to DM me or email me at [email protected].

Pile 1

Tarot Cards: 2 of Swords, 8 of Pentacles, 4 of Wands, 5 of Wands, 2 of Wands, Ace of Cups, 3 of Cups, 7 of Swords

My dear pile 1, you are as beautiful as it gets. It's only you who cannot see it. Just like a deer doesn't know that the fragrance is coming from its naval and searches for it in the whole forest same is the case with you. You see beauty in everything and everyone except yourself. Have you forgotten that the beauty that we see in others is in ourselves? Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. God, I feel so sorry for you that I have to remind you this because something happened to you your own thoughts make you believe that you're not beautiful. I will tell you what's your beauty. Your beauty is that you are hardcore loyal when it comes to relationships in your life. You make sure that every friendship and relationship is based on strong foundations. You provide stability and protection to your loved ones. You don't see people as competitors and this quality of you is such emanant that others envy you. Even those who are close to you. It's those who you cherish the most. They secretly want to cut your wings and they even do. Someone is fishy around you. Some of you may be great planners, adventurers, and artists. I sense strong Sagittarius and Capricorn placements. The thread that you bind with others is your beauty. How you intricate relationships with calm and how you give others space to pour their heart out is your beauty, pile 1. Your only weak point is you give others words more value than yours. And that's where you lose your beauty. New voices emerge in your head and keep feeding you with information about someone that you are not. Your beauty grows on people. It's slow but refreshing. You nurture others to the extent that you sometimes end up parenting them. You're so beautiful pile 1 save yourself from predators. Sending so much love your way. If you want to know your Divine Masculine/Feminine energy then feel free to drop a message in my Tumblr inbox. Below I am sharing my:

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Pile 2

Tarot Cards: 9 of swords, 6 of wands, 3 of cups, 6 of swords, the hanged man, 7 of cups, 2 of wands, king of pentacles

Hello, my dear pile 2. I see something strange here. You stick to extremes. If you shift your perception and choose to see the situation upside down you'll notice what you've achieved till now. If you just keep aside the sleepless nights you'll see what those sleepless nights have given to you. They made you shine like a star in front of a crowd. You've been praised by many people in your lifetime. There may be many who broke your heart but there was always that one person who acted as the silver lining to your dark clouds. You're a great performer pile 2. You are a great friend. You are an overachiever despite facing so many challenges in your life. And you doubt your beauty? Come on!!!!! You have the quality of Jesus, self-sacrifice. You've sacrificed a lot to be where you are today. You are very good at balancing things, pile 2. Somewhere your career might be suffering nowadays but believe me you can manage. I hear, “We have come so far my dear look how we have grown.” Free yourself from all the wrong narratives of beauty you have got stuck in your brain. Beauty comes from within. Focus on grooming your soul and pull it out of the mud. You need emotional healing. You are too concerned about your relationships. You are everything a person can ask for. You don't need assurance from anybody. You don't even need it from me. You know that deep down ARE A BEAUTIFUL SOUL. Your dreams are waiting for you to achieve them. You think things through is your beauty. For some of you, I am getting that your sibling may be your strength. Those who stayed are the ones who know what you have. Those who force you to stay now don't know how to stop themselves from taking from you. You can sometimes be that addictive for people. Ask yourself what's there that you need to heal within. If you want to know your Divine Masculine/Feminine energy then feel free to drop a message in my Tumblr inbox. Below I am sharing my:

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Pile 3

Tarot Cards: Temperance, The Fool, 5 of Pentacles, The Empress, Knight of Wands, The Star, 3 of Cups, 8 of Cups

Hello, my beautiful pile 3. I see that your beauty is that you stay with people through thick and thin. Even if you suffer you stay. You only walk away when you are not cherished or valued for what you are giving to another person. You have passion for life. You know your limits but you still carry yourself as if you are limitless. You stretch your dreams as far as you can. You are not afraid to demand. You don't think you deserve less but life at times throws difficulties your way. When the choice is needed to be made you realise that you're only human and you can only do so much. You have many wishes and there's no way that you feel you can't have them. Some of you may have life path 5. You are dreamers. Your beauty lies in your never-ending optimism. You work hard and smart. Your ideas are unmatchable. You not only think but show the world what we can dream we can achieve. I am amazed! So beautiful, pile 3. No one can stop you from achieving what you want and people around you know that. You have the strength to walk away from relationships that come in the way of your big goals. The world you want to create is just not about money. It's also about the community. As you have so many desires and things to do your life asks you to organize well so that you can perform tasks well and on time. It's important for you to not let yourself get involved in work that doesn't fit well with you. Your enthusiasm can sometimes take the best of you. Make sure you plan things through by not letting your passion go out of your hand. Last but not least you carry the faith of a child. If you once prayed for something you believe it's going to happen. It's a quality that adults struggle with but I am happy to see that you still carry faith in your heart. It is the only thing that is going to bring your dreams into reality. It's the most important ingredient, my friend. If you want to know your Divine Masculine/Feminine energy then feel free to drop a message in my Tumblr inbox. Below I am sharing my:

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memoriesndew · 6 days

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How to be More Confident

Set Realistic Goals: Set attainable goals for yourself and strive towards achieving them. Success fosters confidence, so even minor successes can increase your self-esteem.

Be Kind to Yourself: Practice self-love. Recognize your qualities and accomplishments, but avoid dwelling on perceived flaws or failings. Positive Self-Talk: Be mindful of your internal conversation and fight negative self-talk. Replace self-doubt with affirmations and positive reinforcement. Remind yourself of your strengths and successes. Use Affirmations it really helps.

Accept Failure as Learning: Recognise that failure is a normal element of growth and learning. Instead of concentrating on mistakes, consider the lessons they teach and use them as opportunities for growth.

Step out of your comfort zone and attempt something new. Every time you test your limits, you gain vital experience and confidence in your talents.

Practice Confidence-Building Activities: Participate in activities that will enhance your confidence, such as public speaking, performing arts, or sports. The more you practise, the more assured you will feel. I used to be so shy about sports and so self-conscious but then I started to embrace exercising and sports and when I began enjoying them I wasn't so conscious and shy about it anymore. so be consistent in those activities.

Dress the Part: How you dress and groom yourself can have a huge impact on how you feel about yourself. Dress in clothes that make you feel confident and comfortable in your own skin. Dress how you feel or feel how you dress whatever you do affects your confidence and if you dress properly and put in effort you can feel so much better just looking at yourself in the mirror. Seek input and Accept Compliments: Ask for input from others and utilize it constructively to develop yourself. Accept praises and internalize positive comments to boost your self-esteem. Please don't reject all compliments I understand there a some you can be uncomfortable with but sometimes its ok to just say thanks and move on, also don't be dependent on compliments to make you feel good.

By adopting these suggestions into your daily routine, you can establish an affable demeanour and gain the confidence required to succeed in a variety of social and professional situations. Remember, this is a journey, so be patient with yourself and appreciate your accomplishments along the way.

bye for now my dew drops....

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tiredwitchplant · 7 months

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Everything You Need to Know About Crystals: Peridot

Peridot (The Tears of Pele)

*Yes Peridot from Steven Universe is here. She demanded to be added okay!?

Color: Olive Green to Yellow-Green

Rarity: Easy to Obtain, Harder to higher quality

Hardiness: 6.5 – 7

Type: Orthorhombic (Gem form of Olivine)

Chakra Association: Heart and Solar Plexus

Angels: Achaiah or Raphael

Deities: Pele and Isis

Birthstone: August

Astrological Signs: Leo, Libra, Gemini, and Capricorn

Element: Earth

Planet: Venus and the Sun

Origin: Brazil, Hawaii, Myanmar, Egypt, Pakistan, Sri Lanka, USA

Powers: Purification, Cleansing, Wealth, Happiness, Prosperity, Protection

Crystals It Works Well With: Rutilated Quartz, Rose Quartz, Sunstone, Carnelian, Tourmaline, and Citrine

How It is Created: Peridot is the gemstone variety of olivine, a mineral made up of magnesium, iron and silicate compound. The higher proportions of magnesium and iron are used to identifying the key features in the gem, while the chromium and nickel impurities contribute to its beautiful green color. Some specimens of peridot can even appear in meteorites called pallisites and found during volcanic activity on the island of Oahu in Hawaii.

History: The Egyptians mined peridot on the island of Zebirget, which is located in the Red Sea. Egyptians used the gem for over 4,000 years and was even said to be Cleopatra’s favorite. It is regarded as a sacred stone during Medieval times and was even used in the design of the Shrine of the Three Kings in Germany. Peridot crystals found in the black volcanic sands of Hawaii are said to be the tears of the Goddess, Pele. Now most of the world’s peridot comes from Arizona or Pakistan.

What It Can Do:

Keep away evil spirits and great for protecting aura

Releases and neutralizes toxins on all levels

Purifies the subtle and physical body and mind

Opens, cleanses, and activates the heart and solar plexus chakra to release “old baggage”

Clears the feelings of burden, guilt, and obsession

Guides you to better influences

Alleviates jealousy, resentment, spite, anger and stress.

Enhances confidence and assertion without aggression

Sharpens the minds and opens it to new levels of awareness

Banishes lethargy, bringing to your attention all things you have neglected

Is said to heal and regenerate tissues and strengthen the metabolism

How to Get the Best Out Of: Peridot works best near the throat area and heart area of your body so a peridot pendant or necklace would be best.

How to Cleanse and Charge: Cleanse using smoke or running it over water. Charge it by placing it under a windowsill during a full moon.

Talisman:

Social Media Talisman

Peridot ring, worn on the hand you scroll with

Chalice

Moon water

1 small piece fresh or dried valerian root

1 fresh lemon slice

Cleanse and empower your ring with the ability to dispel feelings of envy and inadequacy.

Gather your materials in a sunny area during a waning moon.

Fill the chalice with moon water.

Take the valerian root in your hand and hold it in the direct sunlight.

Say, “Valerian root that calm sting, add self-assurance to my ring.” Visualize it absorbing the sun and pulsing with a gentle, light. Place it in the chalice.

Hold the lemon slice up to the sun, feeling the illumination and bright energy coming from it.

Say, “Bright yellow lemon with a bite, filter that which befalls my sight.”

Squeeze the lemon slice so the juice goes into the chalice.

Now the chalice holds a soothing brew imbued with calm from the valerian, confidence from sunlight, and optimistic realism from the lemon.

Put the peridot ring in the chalice and let it sit in the sun for about an hour.

Retrieve your peridot ring from the chalice and wear it. Pour the water into the earth.

The ring help ground you in reality while filtering your impressions of what you consume on social me protecting your self-confidence and dispelling any feelings of jealousy or inadequacy.

Perform this spell in direct sunlight, if possible, to illuminate the truth and soothe uncertainty. If you don’t have a chalice, use a bowl, or any kind of cup. Moon water is water that has been left outdoors under the full moon to absorb its power.

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mouschiwrites · 3 months

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hi hi! can I request some headcanons about the ninja (+pixal, if you're up for it) having an artist s/o? okay thank you, also I love your writing!

Oooh yess!! Where my artist ninjago enjoyers at⁉️ I’ve come to nourish you <3

Ninjago - Ninjas (+ Pixal) with an Artist s/o

Jay

Immediately asks if you can draw/paint/etc him

If you agree, he will ask again in the future

….honestly he’ll probably keep asking even if you say no

What can he say? He wants to inspire you ;)

If you have art block, he immediately jumps to pose dramatically or arrange a bowl of fruit or something

He’s equally enamored with the quality of your work and the fact that it came from your hands

He loves all your work, even the pieces you decide to scrap/re-do

“What are you doing?? That was perfect!”

“Jay? How long have you been standing there-”

On that note, he loves to watch you work

Even when you don’t know he’s watching… (he’s a little obsessed)

But the plus side of this is that he knows the exact products you use, and he can see when you’re running low

He makes sure to replenish your stocks for you :) so you won’t ever have to worry about running out mid-project

He also makes sure to flaunt your work as much as possible, especially the pieces he “inspired”

He truly thinks you’re the best artist in the world, and he WILL fight someone over it

Cole

I see Cole as a pretty artsy guy himself, so he’d be thrilled to have an artsy s/o

You might not expect it, but he’s really in tune with his feelings, so to me it makes sense

He’s not quite as artsy as you, but he knows how to appreciate it

He’s more into the performing arts himself, but he has no less respect for other types of art

He’ll totally arrange work sessions for you both, which vary depending on the vibe you’re working with

Feeling like doing something a little dark or moody? Dramatic piano. Candles. Wine/grape juice in wine glasses.

Feeling colorful? Open windows. Flowers in vases. Candy and fruit. Maybe some cartoons playing in the background.

Point being: he knows how to get a vibe going

He really loves to work alongside you, even if you’re not doing the same thing

Sometimes he tries to sketch or paint, but more often he’s just watching you work or practicing moves

(You guys totally have a shared studio btw; wood floors and barre for him, easel/supply cabinet/whatever you need for you)

You guys definitely help each other out too

He’ll teach you a few moves so you can be his dance partner every now and again, and he’s more than happy to be your muse in return

He doesn’t really do performances or anything (dance is just a side hobby), so he has all the more respect for you if you publicize your work

He loves all your work, but he’s also a great source of constructive criticism

“I like this one. It’s darker than your other pieces, though, isn’t it? More drab.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I was thinking. I think I was just in a mood when I made it.”

Kai

He’ll make requests, but mostly for things he thinks would be cool

“What if you did one with, like, a car shooting flames from its exhaust pipes? Oh! And the driver is super handsome with a flaming cape and swords and sunglasses that are made of pieces of the sun!”

“That is insane. …I’m starting right now.”

He really admires your art, and he’s honestly a bit jealous of your skill

He actually has a pretty creative mind, just not the means to express it

So he’ll be shy about it, but eventually he asks if you can give him some pointers

He doesn’t want to keep asking you to bring his sharks flying in jets over volcanoes to life forever, after all

He’s gotta learn to be independent!

So he’ll quietly join you while you work, watching you closely and trying to follow along

He gets frustrated when he isn’t instantly as talented as you, and you have to laughingly assure him that skill takes time

He only gains more respect for you as he tries to stay calm

He learns to truly admire your work this way

And with his admiration came a tenfold increase in support

However you share your art, he’s the #1 supporter

Posting online? He’s already liked, commented, and shared on 7 different platforms. At a showcase? He’s dressed sharply, stationed not-so-inconspicuously in front of your piece(s) and getting others to talk about them

Zane

He also has a deep appreciation for art

He doesn’t always understand non-logical things, but art has a way of resonating with him

So to have a partner who makes art…

It adds a whole new level of emotional depth to your relationship

You already make him feel complex things, so seeing art that’s from you is truly an experience

The wistfulness he gets when looking at normal art is only amplified when he remembers that your hands produced it

He likes to be with you when he admires it, squeezing your hand while he takes in the little details

He’s a quiet admirer, but he’ll absolutely attend any events you’re featured in/support any online presence you have

He never gets tired of looking at your work; or looking at you work, for that matter

If you let him, he’ll watch you work

He’s dead silent, which is either a blessing or a curse depending on how easily you get creeped out

Eventually, when you finish, he’ll stand up and join you at your side, admiring the final product

You know he likes it when he reaches for your hand with a smile, letting you rest your head against him

The most you’ll get verbally is “it’s beautiful,” but trust me, he feels so much more deeply about the piece (and you <3)

Lloyd

Lloyd is more curious than anything when he finds out you’re an artist

What kinds of art do you do? Can he see your work? Have you always liked art?

He’s eager to see your work, but he’s not sure he can “appreciate” it properly

You have to reassure him that there’s no one way to “appreciate” art, and however he feels about it, that’s just how he feels

Your response only increases his interest

He ends up getting more into art because of you

The art of appreciation, if you will

He wants to be able to understand your work more so that he knows how to support you

He mostly spends hours just staring at your work, trying to notice the little details

He’d love to watch you at work, too, if you’ll let him

He asks questions all the time, but still tries not to annoy you

He’s actually already a natural at “appreciating” art, but the fact that he’s always trying to learn only makes him better at it

So you can do nothing but smile while he tilts his head, carefully formulating his next question

They’re surprisingly deep at times:

“Do you think this piece uses smoother shapes because you were feeling relaxed, so you moved more slowly? Or perhaps you were just emulating your calmness subconsciously..?”

“That could be it. I hadn’t thought of it like that.”

“Oh, sorry, am I overanalyzing? Sorry-”

“No, no, you’re totally right.”

You’ll ruffle his hair affectionately, and he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder while he continues to examine your piece :]

Nya

I’m gonna be honest, I don’t see Nya as the type to get all deep over the meaning of art

Like, if it’s pleasing to the eye she’ll appreciate it, but she doesn’t think about it too much

It’s just too abstract for her tastes; the pseudo-reasoning of art critics gets on her nerves

But for your work she makes an exception

Well, not really an exception—she doesn’t take to pseudo-reasoning

She knows you, she knows your feelings, so when she sees your work, she sees a piece of you in it

It’s something she doesn’t see in other art pieces; she doesn’t know the artist, so it’s nothing more than a visual piece for her

But with your pieces, she can dig deeper because she knows deeper information

That’s why she loves your work, and why she loves watching you work

You’re the only artist that makes her feel like she really understands art, and for that she appreciates you

(She still thinks that most critics talk out of their asses though)

On that note, she will fight your critics. She will hunt them down and make them regret ever trying to “understand” your work

“Tch, look at this idiot. He doesn’t even know what he’s talking about! He doesn’t know you!”

“Nya, he’s complimenting my work-”

“But he doesn’t understand it!”

Honestly you think it’s a little funny how she’s unintentionally become one of those critics who argue about a piece’s meaning

Only for you though ;)

Pixal

She has a vast trove of knowledge, but feeling is something she often struggles with

There are few things that actually give her profound emotions

Your art is one of those things

The fact that it came from you, that your hands crafted it…

It stirs something in her, and suddenly the shapes and colors come to life

She asks you about it often, trying to understand

“Why is it… calming?”

“Well, I suppose I used some pretty muted colors, and the imagery is kinda peaceful… I dunno, does it calm you?”

“Yes. It makes me feel calm.”

Obviously you’re proud of her for better recognizing her emotions

And she’s proud of herself!!

Your art helps her understand a part of her that she’s only beginning to explore

And, since it comes directly from you, she credits you with the help :)

She loves to see your finished work, but she also finds herself mesmerized by your creative process

Watching the piece come together, each motion bringing it closer to completion, helps her understand the art itself

She tells herself that it helps her understand her feelings, too

Even though she knows that not every piece is dedicated to her, she always thanks you for showing her your work <3

Thanks for this request!! And thank you for reading, take care you little rockstars <33

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goldenempyrean · 11 months

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Hi, can you write a fanfic where Natasha gets sick but still goes to work?please ? 🥺

Conflicting Priorities

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〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Nat’s sick and is insisting on working but you find a way to work around that. 〛

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“Seriously its almost noon! Why is she still sleeping?” Tony grumbled in annoyance as he paced back and worth, “Thats it, I’m waking her up.”

“No, let her sleep.” You interrupted with an equally annoyed grumble, only your irritated was directed towards the inpatient man in front of you, “She needs to sleep Tony, she was up all-night coughing. It wouldn’t kill you just to cover her shift.”

Tony stopped in his tracks and turned to face you, a frown on his face. "I get that she's sick, but we have a job to do, and we can't afford to have someone slacking off. It’s now her shift, I was meant to be in a meeting 10 minutes ago.” He retorted.

You crossed your arms, meeting his gaze with an assertive look. "We also can't afford to have an exhausted and unwell Avenger working. It's not just about her well-being; it's also about the quality of her work. If she's sick, she won't be able to perform at her best, and that could impact everyone.”

“What could impact everyone?” A quiet, raspy voice mumbled as Natasha shuffled into the room. Her usually fair skin was sickly and pale and her messy hair hung clumsily at her shoulders. She definitely should’ve been in bed.

“Oh baby, you’re meant to be resting.” You sighed as you rushed over, cupping her feverish cheek as you felt her temperature.

Natasha weakly leaned into your touch; her eyes half-closed. "I know, but I couldn't sleep anymore," she murmured. "What's going on?"

“Nothing sweetheart, it's okay.” You said reassuring as you wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her towards one sofa leaning against the wall, “C’mere baby, sit down for me.”

The site of the main desk and observation equipment must’ve sparked a thought in her fevered brain though because she suddenly gasped a little - which led to her throat rebelling, sending her into a series of chest-rattling chests - and you instantly knew that she’d remembered it was her shift.

“Fuck. Sorry Tony, I’ll get right on it.” Nat blurted, pulling out of your hold and heading to the desk before clumsily falling into the seat behind it, “What needs doing, where are we at with the- the.. Hhi’tshoo!”

Natasha sneezed suddenly, her head dipping forward as she effectively contaminated all of the older man’s files and schematics, sending him visibly recoiling whilst you on the other hand, rushed around to find a box of tissues to bring to her.

You quickly grabbed a box of tissues and rushed back to Natasha's side. Placing the box on the desk within her reach, you gently rubbed her back to soothe her.

"Hey, it's alright. Don't worry about the work right now," you said softly. "You need to focus on resting and getting better. I'll take care of everything here. Just let me handle it.”

Tony, still visibly annoyed by the situation, sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, but we can't afford to fall behind schedule. Make sure you keep me updated on any important developments."

"I will, Tony," you assured him. "I'll make sure everything stays on track."

Natasha, her voice weak and hoarse, interjected. "It’s my work though, my responsibility. So, I need to do-“ Her breath caught on a sudden inhale and you speedily swiped some tissues and pressed them into her hand just before she set off into a series of desperate sounding sneezes.

“Oh baby, bless you.” You sighed, knowing you’d need to find a way around your girlfriend working before she would ultimately exhaust herself further, “How about I make you a deal, I’ll do half of your shift whilst you nap then I’ll when that's up, I’ll wake you, how does that sound?”

Of course, you had no actual intention of waking her up. You’d just make some excuse about being in the rhythm and forgetting the time. She’d probably be too tired to question it anyway but luckily enough your deal seemed to be a good enough compromise.

Natasha nodded and slowly rose from the seat, letting you take her place, “You’ll wake me up when it’s my turn?” She murmured sleepily as you nodded.

“Sure baby, I’ll wake you up when it's all over.” You said, carefully watching your words, “How about you go lay down on that sofa, or even better go back up to bed for a bit.” But to your surprise, Nat instead came and sat back down on your lap. She cuddled into your chest as her legs slipped around the back of the chair. She honestly looked like a baby koala clutching into your chest.

“Well, I guess this works too.” You murmured softly, placing a little kiss to her forehead as she led her head on your shoulder. Sure, it wasn’t the comfiest way to work, hell it’d probably slow you down. But you didn’t care. All it mattered was that Natasha was safe and loved.

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One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 02

"Fuck does this mean you get to taser me?" "100 Percent."

FRIDAY 10:30PM

Y/n stood at the foot of the stage taking photos of the metal band currently occupying the stage. Luckily they brought a crowd of headbangers rather than full violent moshing or else the photo quality would suffer. Baby had promised a few hundred bucks for some promotional photos for the local venues and after the rent hike, she could use the extra cash.

Tonight had been different than most. Usually she was strictly business, bouncing from one venue to the next getting the photos taken and crawling into bed at 2AM just to have Baby blowing up her phone for the images before she's even had a chance to get real sleep. Tonight she finally got a chance to meet the shaggy haired, stoner who seemed to travel with one of the local bands. She had thought maybe he was blind at one point with how he stared blankly at her but one of the bartenders assured her that he was pretty harmless, if not a pain in the ass.

"Hey Y/N, you staying for the next couple of bands? We've got some new guys coming in." The bartender knew Baby and had kind of taken me under their wing while I was working these jobs. Bartenders and bouncers seemed to really enjoy her company.

"I might stay for a few. I don't have anymore pressing items on my agenda so I might as well." Y/n packed up her camera and sat on a stool for at least two more performers before bidding farewell to the bartender and heading towards whatever commotion that was trapped at the front door. The owner of the venue had been arguing with someone, cussing loudly at him and telling him that he was banned.

"Oh don't be such a soft dick! I promise not to jump off the tables...much." The voice is what caught her attention.

"Tony! Hey Tony!" Y/n yelled trying to get the attention of the bouncer.

"STAY THE FUCK OUT!" The club owner shoved Clyde out the door and throwing his hands up as he told off the band he traveled with. Johnny tried to plead his case while she squeezed past and saw Clyde on his hands and knees.

"I deserved that." Clyde was trying to peel himself off the pavement. He looked up and met her gaze with a stupid grin.

"That's my girlfriend." Clyde stumbled forward putting his hands on her shoulders.

"In your dreams kid." Tony scoffed.

"Where have you fucking been?" Clyde whispered.

"I didn't get the bat signal that I would need to be peeling you off the sidewalk. That's clearly my fault." Y/n put rested her hand on Clyde's.

"Oh come on Y/n! You aren't really with these guys are you?" Tony whined as the rest of the band shuffled out. They all looked a little dejected.

"Unfortunately Tony, I do. I'm going to need to cash in on that favor. Can you talk to Pete for me? See if you can get them back in to play a set? Even if it's just tomorrow?" Johnny looked at Clyde who's mouth hung open.

"I can give it a try but this is your only favor. No more freebies." Tony shook his head before shaking Johnny's hand.

"Wow um I love Clyde's stalkee. Thank you!" Johnny reached out and pulled y/n into a hug.

"No problem. Crowd is better on Saturday anyway. Just try and keep this one from getting me put on the banned list." Clyde put his hand on his heart.

"Johnny, I told you she wants to have my little deaf babies." Johnny laughed.

"You better make sure she isn't trying to make babies with anyone with both functioning ears first bud." The van pulled up and the band started loaded it up with their gear.

"You gonna be okay to get home?" Y/n asked seeing Clyde stumbling over to her again.

"What answer would get you to come with us?" Clyde tested.

"I mean I know your boyfriend...or girlfriend or they-friend is probably waiting up-" She cut Clyde off.

"I'm not seeing anyone actually but I should probably get home. This is the first night I'll make it to the motor-rail before it closes for the night." Clyde seemed amused.

"What? No! You can't take the train. Come hang out for a bit and then I can drive you home. It's the least I can do for helping the guys out." Clyde tossed his thumb back towards the van as they finished loading it up.

"Honestly I don't know that I trust you to drive me anywhere right now. You're a little loose on your feet." Clyde swayed a bit as he stood in front of her.

"Even more of a reason to come with. I will let you drive. I'm already deaf, do you really want me to be cripple too?" Clyde showed y/n the hearing aid fitted to his ear. She could smell the weed on him when he swayed towards her. She didn't have anywhere to be for the rest of the night and its not like anyone was waiting at home.

"Fuck it. Who am I to let you crash and burn on a perfectly good long weekend." Y/n held her hand out for the keys and Clyde bounced on his feet, handing the keys over.

"Every weekend is a long weekend if you try hard enough." Clyde hopped into the passenger seat.

"Some of us have weekday jobs, sweetheart." Y/n slammed the driver door shut and looked back at the band.

"Guys, this is my new wife Y/n. Y/n these are the guys. They're all stupid fuckers but they play killer music." Clyde introduced her to the band and they threw empty bottles and trash at his introduction.

"It's a pleasure. If one of you can give me a coherent address, I will get you all there in one piece." Y/h promised firing up the van.

"310 W. Utah. It's the really shitty brick apartments on the corner of Tracy Park and Violet Ridge." Clyde said sitting back in the seat. She knew where that was. It was actually about 45 minutes from her apartment if there wasn't any traffic.

Y/n started to pull away from the curb and immediately the horn started blaring.

"Did you fuckers rig my steering wheel again?" Clyde whined returning the trash that was thrown at him.

"Just try not to use the turn signals. These idiots think it's funny when they mess with the only guy who has a van big enough to transport their shit for free." Clyde gave them the finger before reaching across y/n and flipping the signal off.

"No turning signals. Got it. I'm sure the Vegas residence are accustom to it by now." Clyde laughed at the joke as she drove.

"Does your deafness have a great story worth teasing you over or were you born with it?" Y/n asked. Clyde seemed surprised she bothered asking.

"No it's not too recent but I definitely wasn't born with it. You'll have to dig a little deeper for that story though." Clyde smirked. Y/n rolled her eyes with a snort.

"Always a give and take with you." She remarked.

"Hey I can always tell you and waste your payback for saving my ass but then how would you get home?" Clyde teased.

"Oh I won't need a ride home but I already have plans for that payback so by all means, please keep that story in the cards." Y/n kept her eyes on the road and her hands on the wheel as Clyde sighed.

"Fuck, you're gonna taser me aren't you?" Clyde turned his body towards her and she nodded.

"Oh 100%." Y/n's response made Clyde run his hands down his face.

The guys in the back of the van started laughing and ribbing Clyde about being tasered and he swatted at them.

"How are you going to tase a deaf guy? Isn't that like kicking a kid in a wheelchair?" Clyde offered.

"Absolutely not. One is a dick move and the other is for amusement. Besides I wear a night guard when I sleep but you don't see me using it as a crutch." Y/n said confidently.

"Having straight teeth and being down an entire ear are hardly a fair comparison." Clyde was drawn to her sassy nature and quick to joke sense of humor. Even if she had plans to taser him.

"We've all got our baggage. You'll live." She looked over at Clyde and he caught her wink. Fuck was he in trouble.

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fuck-customers · 17 days

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kitchen anon back with an ecstatic update!

J finally got fired :)

his hours had been severely cut and he was working more often at a different venue in our collection of businesses. after like a full pay period i finally worked a shift with him again. however, the two new folks in my section (EXCELLENT, by the way, i cannot sing their praises enough, both to the chef and to their faces) had both been scheduled that night. by the time J showed up that night we had already gotten almost everything done and really just needed to make ranch dressing.

so he starts roaming the kitchen, slouching, dragging his feet, hands in his pockets (all of which chef has told him not to do, for various reasons including he’s putting himself in everybody’s way and we don’t have that much space to move, and which chef later confessed to me he had already been considering writing him up/firing him for on its own) instead of like. finding some kind of busy work or something? wipe a counter, sweep a floor, stock something. idk. one way or another we had more hands on deck than were needed for the night and i had to be in early the next morning. however i did get very smug when the line lead told him to get back to “his section” and J got loud and bitchy about “it’s not MY section anymore, it’s [Anon]’s section,” because he’s fucking mad that i make him look bad for giving a fuck about the quality of the work i’m performing i guess lmfao

anyway given my official position as a floater, i asked chef if he wanted to put me anywhere else for dinner service, because we didn’t need four people in a section that two people can handle on a busy night when we’re well-prepared (like we have been since the two new folks showed up). he said no and sent me home, but little did i know he was planning to test J. i learn of this the next morning when one of the new folks greets me with “i need to tell you what happened last night”

the breakdown i got was that after i left, J wasn’t calling back orders, and chef was riding his ass for it all night. he’d call a dish on the fly, J wouldn’t call that he heard and just start working on it, and chef would lean through the expo window to snap at him. he continued to trudge around with his thumb up his ass between orders. later, towards the end of service but before they had stopped seating new customers, still actively preparing food and calling orders to each other, J’s got his earbuds in. line lead scolds him, snaps that “you know better than to have those in during service,” and chef happened to be rounding the corner at the time, and sent him home with like half an hour before service closed. chef made a comment about how he wanted to give him a chance because he’d initially hit it off and worked well with the new girl (who initially relayed these events), and J scoffed, with her standing right there and having to hold her tongue to stay uninvolved, but she revealed later how tempted she’d been to tell him off right there. after he left, chef pulled her aside and assured the section wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore.

chef confirmed these events with me later when he confessed that he’d been considering firing already; he usually only pursues it as a last resort because people tend to look for other jobs at the first sign of trimmed hours in our already inconsistent open schedule, and he doesn’t like filling holes in the staff lineup with temp workers—he’d rather replace them before they leave. J hadn’t quit at our venue, but had been working at the other site; chef confessed to me that he didn’t suspect J would be working there much longer, especially full-time, because the chefs and shift leads in that industrial-scale kitchen over there are going to crack down much harder on those behaviors.

between me, the line lead, and the new folks all coming to chef about J’s attitude and behavior and failure to communicate or cooperate, after so long without him on site chef had hoped he’d take the opportunity to try and show he was willing to turn around. instead J gave him the perfect straw to break the camel’s back on a silver fucking platter, and i remember the way the sun kissed the green hills of the shire.

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 9 months

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As someone who just got out of In Patient care, could you write headcanons as to how they would greet the reader when they first see them? Maybe it’s actually a surprise and they come to the Ministry first!

I can absolutely do this!! I hope you're doing well after being in inpatient care and that you're taking it easy now that you're home <3 I'm going to write the main 4 Papas for this one as you didn't specify who you wanted, but if you wanted another Ghost character(s) from my list please let me know and I can write the headcanons for them too. I hope you enjoy!! :) also trying a new thing I saw on here where the o or a at the end of Italian words is swapped out with an e to make it gender neutral! If this is wrong to do, someone please let me know! I wanted to make these as gender neutral as possible so that reader can be anyone of any gender so hopefully I've done that well

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

Because of his age and how fragile his health can be, he wasn't able to visit as much as he would have liked but would video call whenever he couldn't visit in person

He knew you were going to be leaving inpatient care because his admin ghouls keep him updated on your progress

However, they hadn't given him the date because they wanted it to be a nice surprise for him!

You find him tending to the plants in his greenhouse with a couple of earth ghouls, back turned

If you're able to reach, you put your hands over his eyes from behind and do that "guess who" thing that you've seen on TV before when you would cuddle up in bed before you went into inpatient care

If you can't reach or you're too tired to do so, you'd do that corny "honey, I'm home!" that he loves so much

He'll have the biggest, warmest smile that anyone has ever seen

Will immediately pull you into the most gentle but warm and loving embrace

Won't let go for a while

"Il mie fiore, how I have missed you. Was your journey a comfortable one? Come, we should have some tea. I bought your favourite brew especially for your return. Had I know you were arriving today, I would have sent my ghouls to escort you here themselves."

Cups your face, placing gentle kisses all over as long as you're happy for him to do so

He won't pry information out of you, but he will make it very clear that he's happy to listen if you want to talk about your time in inpatient care

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

One of the annoying parts about being such an important figure in the Ministry is that he can't be by your side 24/7 while you're in inpatient care

And he's already on thin ice with Imperator for using his ghouls to visit you instead of performing their duties around the Abbey (and even Terzo's ghouls when he needed them)

So, Secondo hadn't had time to check when precisely you were leaving inpatient care, just that there would be someone from the Ministry to pick you up and take you home when you needed them to

Imagine his surprise when he returns to his quarters after a long day of meetings, paperwork, and making preparations so that the Abbey was ready for your return if you need any accessibility adjustments

And he finds you waiting for him, laying on his bed with a couple of ghouls adjusting the pillows to make you comfortable

Will immediately send his ghouls out because that's his job damn it!

Plumps the pillows exactly how you want them, will bring you more blankets if you want them, has one of the siblings of sin on kitchen duty bring you whatever food or drinks or snacks you desire (and they will be the finest quality, he assures you)

Lots of slow, passionate kisses but he doesn't push any further than that. He knows you're likely tired from the journey and he wants you to rest up and make yourself at home rather than thinking about his dick

"I've missed you more than I can express, mie piccole uccelline. I'm sorry I couldn't be there to pick you up and bring you here myself. I won't be so flaky next time."

You'll need to reassure him at first that you're not upset with him for not picking you up himself and that you purposely didn't tell him as you wanted it to be a surprise

He'll show you every single photo that he took on his phone while you were in inpatient care to try and catch you up and make sure you don't feel like you've missed out on too much or that he's not considered you

Will also give you all the Ministry gossip that you missed while you were away. People think Terzo is the biggest gossip out of the brothers, but the way Secondo tells you every piece of dirt makes his younger brother seem clueless about the goings on in the Ministry

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

Terzo is a difficult man to surprise

He visited as often as his duties and the location of your inpatient care allowed, so he was updated frequently on how you were doing and when you were likely to be coming home

However, as thorough and difficult to surprise as he is, there's something he didn't count on

That you, the staff, and everyone privy to the date you'd ACTUALLY be leaving the facility would give him a fake date

And so, in a rare moment, he is caught off-guard and completely surprised to see you sitting at the front pew of one of his sermons three weeks before he'd been told you'd be coming home

The sermon goes out of the window immediately in favour of rushing over to you and pulling you into the tightest embrace that he can muster

You will need to remind him not to be so rough with you and he'll apologise profusely while smothering you with kisses

Your face will be smeared with his papal paint by the time he's done with you

"Mie tesore. Mie cuore. Mie tutte. How did you manage to...? No, that can wait. Come, you must eat."

Straight up escorts you to the cafeteria. Sister almost has a meltdown getting someone else to step in for him. Terzo thinks this is hilarious

He'll sit with you the whole time in the cafeteria. He won't force you to eat anything, but he does make sure your favourite drink is brought to you with some snacks

Spends a lot of time holding your hands, kissing them, putting a hand on your back or an arm around your shoulders, doesn't want to be away from you now that you're finally there with him

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

The moment he catches wind of you leaving inpatient care, that's it

He's so anxious about you coming home that keeping him in the dark to try and surprise him feels mean

So you tell him the date, but not the time so that there's compromise there

Yes, it's not a total surprise but there is still an element of it while he gets to count down the days and doesn't fret too much about the when

As soon as he sees you out of the car and the ghouls helping to unload your bags, he's on his tricycle speeding down the path to meet you

Might fall off at one point in his haste

When he finally gets to you, the tricycle is abandoned to sweep you up into his arms as he showers you with kisses and affection (ignores his back pain because he's so happy to have you back in his arms once again)

He'll even cry a little bit from how happy and overwhelmed with emotion he is at the fact that you're here and no longer in inpatient care

"Mie care, how miserable the Ministry has been without you gracing our halls! How was the trip? My ghouls took very good care of you, si? Did you eat? Have you had a drink? Did you nap on the way here? Were you comfortable?"

Despite being kept updated and visiting regularly, he still worries about you and wants to take care of you

Has the ghouls follow behind him with your belongings as he carries you all the way to his quarters, stopping occasionally to adjust you in his arms to make you as comfortable as possible

It's safe to say you won't be leaving his chambers that night. Not for any spicy reasons, but more because he's missed you so much and wants one night where you have each other to yourselves before life starts to return to normal (whatever normal is)

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dangitjm · 1 month

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How "You" (the player) Made Elster Suffer

SPOILERS FOR SIGNALIS (and its endings)

What elevates video games to an experience that you can only get from said video games and not from books or film or shows is one particular quality: "interactivity". You are not a passive viewer in (most) video games, and a few game developers take this idea to the next level: having your interactions--your agency--affect the outcomes of a game's narrative and direction. In a more typical fashion, a game might have you select a speech option amongst a handful in order to change an event, or to choose your player-character's morality at that moment in time. Perhaps the game might even hit you with a visual reminder that your actions have consequences, or "they will remember that."

Signalis has this quality too, but it's one that often gets overlooked when discussions are had about the game because it's not obvious that it's happening. But rest assured, Signalis remembers 'how you play.' The variables involved are a decently sized list, but for now, the core of what you need to know is that there is a distinct playstyle difference between someone who gets the Promise ending versus someone who might get the Memory or Leave ending. (We will also discuss the Artifact ending briefly afterwards.)

The core of this thesis is that your first playthrough--and your first ending--is incredibly important because that ending is the punctuation at the end of what ought to be a blind playthrough. For extra context, Yuri Stern (one of the two devs behind Rose Engine) once wrote that there were no 'good' or 'bad' endings in Signalis. There is an ending screen that we all get that shows us our own statistics and performance, but the endings were not designed to 'rate' us on how well we performed. Instead, look at the endings from the perspective of Elster. What did Elster experience in your playthrough? Consider how she might have felt at the conclusion of the journey that you, the player, put her through.

If you saw the Promise ending, then Elster had to suffer. In order to get Promise, Elster not only has to kill as many enemies as she can find (and potentially kill those same enemies again), but she also needs to receive a significant amount of damage over the playthrough. Elster needs to be both brought close to death (Deaths Cheated) and entirely die more than a handful of times. The longer your playthrough is or the longer you hold Elster in this "hell" of a reality, as it is described, it becomes even more likely that Elster will receive the Promise ending. Thus, if you genuinely struggled with Signalis' gameplay on your first playthrough, you most likely got the Promise ending. On the other hand, if you were aware of how to get the Promise ending (perhaps this wasn't your first time) and deliberately saw Elster through this process, consider the following: what is Elster's reward after doing violence and having violence done upon her? That a playthrough defined by combat, death, and ultimately failure, ends cloaked in an overwhelming amount of red, and Elster has to commit one more act of violence on the one person she actually cares about.

Elster's Promise ending is as much a physical struggle for her as it is an emotional one. Without getting too deep into an "in-universe" reading of the endings, what we can say for certain is that the fact that this particular ending was titled as 'Promise' leaves me to believe that the emotions centered around the 'Promise' between Elster and Ariane are weighed down by a very real and very deep pain. In this way, one could describe Promise as the more cruel and severe of the endings. Again, this is NOT to say that Promise is a bad ending. Rather, it is the tip of the iceberg.

In order to get the Memory ending, you would have to play Elster quite literally like a machine: fast, efficient, and with few errors. Memory is given to players who cleared through the game without much trouble, maybe even to a point of mastery. Did your Elster only kill enemies out of necessity? Did she always keep a forward momentum, rarely getting hurt and seldom dying? Maybe you, the player, are no stranger to survival horrors. Or perhaps games in general come more naturally to you. Regardless of how well you might have performed, the conclusion for Elster here is finding an Ariane who does not remember her.

What is the reward supposed to be if you--by most survival horror metrics--played well? Perhaps reward is the wrong word. Perhaps Ariane's actions (or her reactions to Elster) ought to be viewed from another angle. Because look at how Elster reacts to Ariane forgetting her: "It's okay. Please, let me stay by your side a little longer." This scene, for what it is, shows you that no matter how perfect or proficient you might be, someone else could make a mistake. Someone else could forget the promise they made with you. And yet--despite all that--to Elster, Ariane's forgetting did not matter. Because to her, she made the journey, she made it to Ariane's side. And in the end, that's all that mattered to this Elster. It was getting there. That's what was important: the Memory. A heartbreaking ending, surely? But wait, there's more.

There's Leave.

This is perhaps the most peculiar (and contested) ending not just because of its content, but because it requires some highly specific and deliberate actions in order to even unlock--even more so than Promise and Memory. Whereas Memory had Elster focusing on moving to her destination quickly and Promise focused on having Elster linger in the 'hell,' Leave is affected by Elster doing the most to keep herself physically and emotionally safe.

repeatedly attempting to open already known locked doors

exhausting NPC dialogue beyond what they already have to say

having Elster heal constantly as soon as she's hit, staying in blue/nominal health

having Elster far overstay her welcome in those 'memory' sequences (such as on the Penrose, on the beach, and any scene that involves the first-person perspective)

Instead of immersing Elster in the cruelty of the 'hellish reality/dreamscape' she finds herself in--

Instead of having Elster focused on a distinct goal--

If you had Elster linger in the environment, in the presence of other characters, and the past (her 'happier times' perhaps), Elster instead finds a state of twilight.

Because the Leave ending starts off the same as the other two: Elster still finds her way to the Penrose, goes inside, read Ariane's notes, finds the body of the original Elster-512, receives the same prompt just before heading to the cryopod that read "Go Home?" and when she accepts it, where does she go? Back outside.

Instead of back out to the endless red desert from before, she's met with a blue, calm night sky seemingly reflected by water. Quite literally, this is the Elster's "twilight." Twilights are a literal signifier for a period of time between daylight and darkness (and vice versa) but they could also signal a period of obscurity and ambiguity. After tossing away her armor and curling up on the ground, Elster almost looks peaceful. Maybe. Because after all that the player put her through (and also what they did not), can we surmise that Elster was able to at least find a little relief at the end?

We never see the inside of the Cryopod in this ending and I have to ask why? Did Elster never go inside? Or was there no one in the cryopod at all?

Allow me to briefly introduce a new idea (I know it's late in this already long essay but stick with me): have we yet considered that every piece of text that shows up on screen like the ones we see above (unless otherwise identified as Alder, Falke, Isa's memory) has always been Ariane talking to Elster? Because here's another detail about Leave, it's the only ending to not include "Remember Our Promise".

We find in Ariane's own notes near 1:1 phrasing as she described why she wanted to leave Rotfront on the Penrose. What comfort could Ariane possibly find after these words flash on the screen: "In the end, I had to leave you behind. I wanted to see you again, but it's too much. Forgive me." That is, unless, the final words in Leave were not meant for her by Elster but for Elster by Ariane. Again, if we're viewing the game from the perspective of the player's/Elster's interactions and experiences having a tangible effect on Elster, then who's to say it did not also do the same with Ariane? How did Ariane feel after witnessing Elster try so desperately to survive, healing at every available opportunity, checking locked doors that would surely never open, talk to other Replikas that were surely doomed? Was the pain too much for Ariane as she realized that this Elster would rather soak in the memories of happier times than to deal with the pain of the cycles? Perhaps Leaving after such reality-bending nightmare is reasonable response for both Ariane and Elster. But this is not to say that Leave is the happier ending.

One last thing: the Artifact ending. In fact, acquiring the Artifact ending is in and it of itself a meta-narrative ending. By pure technicality, Artifact is an ending where those who found it first (and the resulting players who looked up the guides made afterward) dig much deeper in the game--into the nature of the dreamlike reality itself--to find a new conclusion through mutual means. In other words, Artifact could not be obtained without multiple players controlling multiple Elsters convening and contributing together, like in the scene showing the graves surrounding a newly created or conceived 'tesseract'--that shiny object in the center, which is also the symbol of the game itself.

And the results of their (half-literal and half-figurative) ritual was conceiving a new reality?/present?/ideal? where Elster and Ariane are finally together. Does this mean that, with their efforts combined, they found a way to beat death and live with each other once again? It's almost like this ending serves as a congratulatory thank you from the developer just as much as it might serve as an actual extension of the game's events into something new?/hopeful?/neverending? Perhaps it can also be as simple as viewing the dance that Elster and Ariane share as complete and utter wish fulfillment for the viewer (for the player and whoever the Red Eye is). But the Artifact ending rabbit hole is another talk for another time...

Back to Yuri's words from earlier,

"I wish people would be more open to let others figure out for themselves how their ending made them feel. Instead of telling a streamer "you got the best ending!", maybe you can ask "did you think this was an interesting conclusion?" and they can decide if they liked it or not."

If you made it this far, I would like to thank you! Did this perspective of player agency affecting the ending of Signalis make the game more interesting to you? What made your first playthrough of Signalis interesting in the first place?

#signalis #signalis spoilers #signalis endings #signalis elster #signalis ariane #signalis analysis

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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**shows up in a croissant costume* HAPPY HEARTS DAY PRESIDENT ROLLO SIR 🥸I have come to lavish you with affection and attention *tries to walk through the door to hug him but the costume is too bulky so gets stuck in the doorway and can’t reach him*

I wanted to use the official Rollo artwork where he’s grimacing just because it would be a funny contrast to the soft pink background, but I couldn’t find a high enough quality PNG to use for the banner 🥲

P.S. I am convinced that 🥐 are pure EVIL. I had one while writing this in honor of R*llo and that thing flaked everywhere no matter how carefully I tried to eat it… Truly diabolical 😤

Sweet on You.

When Rollo had set out for his usual breakfast of coffee and a croissant, the last thing he had expected to encounter was a costumed street performer shouting at the top of their lungs and desperately vying for his attention. And yet here he was, waiting for his morning roast and pastry, staring at precisely that.

You were lodged in the doorway of the bakery, the bulk of your costume too much to squeeze through. In fact, you were stuck there, pathetically flailing your arms in an attempt to loosen yourself from the tight spot you had wormed your way into. The image of a mournful puppy on the side of the road came to his mind.

“… What are you doing?” Rollo asked, though his tone came off as more accusatory than curious. "You're causing a public disturbance—and on a busy holiday, of all days. Have you no shame?"

A sheepish smile crept onto your face. "Ehehehe..."

"I suppose you'll be wanting my assistance. You will be granted it, but only because you would otherwise be left to be a nuisance to the townspeople."

He pulled away from the counter and approached, a hand extended.

You stared at him.

"Well? Take my hand," Rollo insisted, his brows creasing slightly. "I will see to it that you are secured."

There was a bit of hesitance as you laid your hand in his. Rollo’s skin was cool to the touch, a contrast to the quiet, dark fire that smoldered in his eyes. Fire that threatened to consume you entirely.

You swallowed hard, praying that he didn’t notice how clammy your palms had gone.

With a firm tug, you popped out of the doorframe and teetered. You stumbled a few steps forward, sticking your arms out to balance yourself—and crashed right into a wall. Hands clapped onto your shoulders, steadying you.

"Watch your step,” Rollo warned sternly. “You’ve already caused enough chaos for the time being, so compose yourself.”

“Y-Yessir!!” you mumbled, straightening.

Rollo nodded, stepping back to dust himself off and to adjust his robes. He looked as though he were going to return his attention to the counter, but hesitated. “... If I may ask, what is the intent behind that silly getup you’re wearing?”

“Well, you like croissants, and I want you to like me, so I decided to dress like your favorite thing!!”

Your answer took him aback, stunning Rollo into silence. Even the steady fire that followed him everywhere he went seemed to momentarily dim, as if contemplating the idea, the sheer audacity of it.

A booming voice cut between them. Behind the counter, a older man had emerged, holding a paper bag and a small cup. “Merci beaucoup for waiting! Here is your order, Flamme-kun—Oh!!”

He turned from Rollo to you and back. The baker’s brows hitched. “I didn’t realize you had come with a special friend today!”

“No, you’re mistaken. This is…” Rollo paused, at a loss for how to introduce you. Where to begin?

“No need to be embarrassed, lad!” the baker boomed, tossing in a wink, “I know budding young love when I see it! Tell you what, I’ll throw in an extra drink and croissant on the house so you two can make yourselves cozy on a little coffee shop date!”

“I assure you, that won’t be necessary—”

But the baker had already excitedly rushed off, tuning out the protest.

“… Hmph. Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous,” Rollo murmured to himself. He buried his nose in a handkerchief, his gaze cutting away from you.

It wasn’t fast enough to hide the flicker of diffidence that tempered his flames.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Rollo Flamm #Rollo Flamme #twst x reader #Rollo Flamme x Reader #Rollo Flamm x Reader #twisted wonderland interactions #disney twisted wonderland #Reader #self insert #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #sweet on you

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ventingfanfics · 1 year

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I'm sorry Queen

You were in good mood and sometimes that unleashed your silly side. Your girlfriend Shuri was about to see.

Strolling into the lab, you found her taking a call. The work-related conversation had interrupted your card game. You weren’t mad, however, because you knew this came with dating someone whose country was in their hands. Of course it came with great responsibility and dedication—and support. You never wanted Shuri to think you couldn’t handle it nor that you were too clingy.

Well, maybe acting clingy could be fun, you’d decided.

She sent you a soft smile when she noticed you and reached for your hand, kissing it.

“Is everything okay?” You whispered, squeezing her hand tenderly.

Shuri assured you that everything was fine, she just needed to coach an intern through something. A moment later, she hung up. She sighed, “Okay, I think that went well…hopefully I’m right.”

You agreed. “Does this mean you’re ready to come back to me?”

She smiled at your cuteness. “I wish, sthandwa. I have to make some edits to her work, but as soon as I’m done, I’ll be right there, ready to beat you in Spades.”

“Yeah, okay,” You pretended to cough.

“Oh, don’t do that. Can I get a kiss?”

“You never have to ask.”

You pretended to be satisfied as you left, but little did Shuri know you were about to be a pest.

The palace was kept clean, but a little dusting never hurt anyone. Not even twenty minutes later, you returned to the lab.

“Shuri,�� you whined.

Your tone caused her to look over her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

You mumbled but took steps towards her.

She looked a little worried and came to you. “Did something happen?”

You shook your head with a pout. “No. I just miss you.”

“…Y/N, I thought something happened,” she laughed some.

“Something did happen, you left me.”

“Funny, that’s funny,” she pointed at you humorously before sitting down at her table again. “You’re a creative person, I know you can find something to do until I come back.”

You sighed. “I guess.”

When you left again, you couldn’t help but chuckle that Shuri didn’t call after you. You were probably starting to slowly get on her nerves. Even still, she’d been sweet towards you.

Five minutes later you came back. Shuri glanced at you and kept typing.

“Hi beautiful,” you greeted charmingly.

After a beat she said “hi” back.

You sat on her desk.

“What are you doing?” She eyed you.

“Spending quality time…”

She could’t help but smile, shaking her head before gazing up at you. “Baby, you’re being a little annoying.”

“Aww, if you kiss me, I won’t be.”

She smirked, like she didn’t believe that for one second.

“Are you almost done?” You asked.

“Yeah, but the more you interrupt me, the longer it will take.”

You nodded, pretending to comply. “Okay.”

Shuri eyed you, raising an eyebrow with a small smile. She focused again on her work, turning away from you.

“Just one kiss, please,” you said.

She ignored you.

“Baby?” You tried again. “Sthandwa?”

Your eyes widened when not even the latter got her attention.

You reached for her chin and grasped it. Shuri glowered at you albeit softly.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, releasing her face. “I’ll be quiet, I promise.”

“Leave, please.”

You bit back a smile, glad your plan was finally working.

“I’m sorry,” you frowned before leaving.

This time you didn’t go back there for a little while. You were tempted, however.

The next time you went there, you weren’t allowed entry.

You called her but she would’t take the call no matter how much The Griot alerted her.

“Griot, tell Shuri I’m hurt…in unbelievable pain,” you directed.

Committed to your performance, you laid out on the floor.

To your surprise, Shuri came to you about ten minutes later.

“Are you really hurt Y/N?” She asked, already sounding doubtful.

You nodded, trying to paint the picture that you couldn’t even speak.

“I don’t know if I believe you. Where does it hurt? What happened?” She knelt down by you.

“Why did it take you so long to come to me?”

“Because you’ve been bothering me for the past hour.”

Her tone silenced you.

“Where does it hurt?” She asked.

When you pointed to your lips, she kissed her teeth and got up, re-entering her lab and making sure the doors stayed shut. In her language, she commented that you were a child.

You had miffed Shuri to the point where she didn’t want you anywhere near her lab. So switching gears, you instead decided to prepare dinner for you both.

You were seasoning chicken for yourself and steak for her when you sensed eyes on you. Turning to the entrance of the kitchen you found Shuri. “You almost scared me, babe.”

She just hummed and looked around. “Making dinner?”

“Yep,” you responded cheerfully. “Did you finish work?”

“I did.”

“That’s good!”

“I would’ve been done much sooner had someone not misbehaved.”

You just laughed some. “Oops.”

“Yeah, oops. The food looks seasoned. Wash your hands and meet me in the living room.” She left and you obeyed, feeling intrigued for what you awaited you.

Shuri was sitting in that same BDE-infused way and you knew what that meant.

“Hi baby,” you said, trying to get on her sweet side.

She shook her head with a stern expression. “Get over here.”

You gulped.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” she assured you with soft eyes. “But I do need to teach you a lesson.”

“I was bad,” you admitted.

“Very bad. Over my lap.”

“What?”

“I did not stutter.”

You laid on your stomach across her lap.

“Do you think it was funny what you pulled?” She spoke. “Pretending to be hurt? You think that’s funny, Y/N?” “Not in real life.”

“This is real life! Didn’t I tell you to wait for me? I had something to take care of, right?”

“Yes,” you closed your eyes, trying to prepare yourself for whatever was next.

She smacked your bottom but it reminded you of any other day. She liked grabbing your ass and feeling on it.

“Sit up,” she ordered.

You got yourself together and she stood up, fixing you with a firm look.

“All you had to do was be a good girl,” she said, reaching into her pocket. Your eyes enlarged at the handcuffs.

She secured them on your hands.

“Think about what you’ve done,” she said.

“No, no, baby, please, I’m sorry—I won’t ever do it again,” you protested.

She went in the kitchen, picking up where you left off.

When the food was ready, she undid your handcuffs. You were a bit sweaty and your eyes were red and watery.

Shuri soothed your wrists that had indents in them.

Her heart broke at your eyes. “It was that bad?”

You looked away from her and a tear fell.

Shuri gasped and gently turned your face back towards her. “Sthandwa…baby.” She wiped your tear. “Maybe I went too far.”

Regret was all over her.

“I’m sorry, babe, I shouldn’t have done the extreme,” she said, leaning her forehead against yours and closing her eyes.

“I’m sorry for purposely getting on your nerves.”

She leaned her head back to look at you, finding your grin.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You had to repeat while lifting your body on and off Shuri’s eager tongue. “I’m sorry my Queen…” your eyes pinched shut as your clit was trapped in her mouth. Her tongue pressed hard on your slick slit before she gave it quick, aggressive licks. “Shit!”

She pulled away, glaring at you.

“I mean, sorry, your highness!”

Her tongue returned to you, rolling around every crevice of your sweet, addictive hole. When you released, she slurped all your juices, not wasting a drop. You breathed out softly as she carried your naked frame to the wall, the coldness of it felt against your back.

“I never said to stop,” she said in your ear.

“I’m sorry my Queen. Can you please undress?” She knew you preferred the both of you to be naked. You felt a bit used and like there was disconnect when she kept most of her clothes on. But you supposed that was the point right now.

She smirked at you and in a flash, her pants were lowered. Gripping your thighs apart, she worked her strap inside you, your form sliding up and down the wall.

#shuri x you #shuri x y/n #shuri x reader #shuri imagine #shuri fanfiction #marvel fanfic club #black panther fics

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prettyflyshyguy · 4 months

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What are you gonna do, monster boy?

Amazing what I can achieve when I put a song on repeat. Smashed this one out as something fun, refreshing and stress free. Still working on the big final chapter of the C Virus AU, but I'm recovering my confidence as a writer by letting myself work on some sillier things. Good practice too.

This is a mini story based on this phenomenal post and an overly complicated idea I had from it.

Enjoy the garbage here, or on AO3.

“You look nice.” Leon smiled wryly.

Chris rolled his eyes as he pushed the elevator doors back for Leon, who was wasting all the time in the world as he made his way down the corridor. The sharp cut business attire didn’t suit him as much as it barely fit him. A necessary evil, Leon had assured him. It’ll go down better.

To aid in Rebecca’s continued research, and for ease of access to monitoring the effects of the trial viral inhibitors she’d prescribed him, Leon was temporarily assigned to assisting in BSAA operations. The guise was of course that his knowledge post-Lanshiang was critical in containing and mitigating the impact of smaller scale and localised outbreaks of the C-Virus. A half truth, no one seemed to question it so far and a number of months had already passed. The global crisis raged on, the work never ended, his temporary partnership was easily justified to nosy journalists and more discerning governmental bodies.

Chris perpetually winged to him the whole elevator ride about how much he found the bureaucratic nature of these meetings tiresome. Paper pushers, out-of-touch management. Stakeholders who never set foot on ground zero yet felt qualified to call the shots.

“If it weren't for people like that, we wouldn't be here.” Leon retorted, “You saying you’d want to be out of a job?”

He smiled as he watched Chris fiddle for the umpteenth time with his collar and tie.

“If people like that weren't around, there’d be no BOW based warfare. I’ll be glad the day I’m made redundant.” Chris huffed as he loosened his tie slightly.

Leon conceded that the man had a point.

The meeting was routine. The BSAA was called in to clean up a minor incident, it was successful, and so various representatives and stakeholders for the client would be meeting with the BSAA to discuss the outcome and debrief. Chris had insisted on arriving early, saying that this meeting was critical given the circumstance of the client, and it needed to go smoothly.

Although it wasn’t mentioned, Leon could tell he appreciated the emotional support.

Chris was, for all intents and purposes, an exemplary operator within the BSAA. Most notable about him was his considerable empathy, fierce determination to do what's right, and how much he believed they had the power to change the world for the better. Quality traits, Leon respected him highly for them all, however, the latter might be considered a tad naive. Chris was an exemplary operator, trapped in a room, surrounded by stakeholders and board members. Politicians, in the figurative sense, and arguably the worst kind. Leon’s eyes darted around the seated figures, noting the sheen of luxurious silk clothes, tailored suits and wrist watches that were never used for any practical purpose. If you had to ask, you couldn’t afford it.

There were a handful of friendlies on the south end of the oval table where Leon and Chris sat opposite. Leon knew them all as subordinates within the teams Chris oversaw, all good men and women, people you could trust. They had kindness in their eyes despite the worn and torn faces they wore, they shared the optimism of their Captain. They existed in stark contrast to the other two thirds of the table where the client cartel sat in horseshoe formation, their backs positioned to the entrance to the room, psychologically forming a barrier between the BSAA staff and the exit.

“-pride ourselves in swiftly responding to an incident, and I am very pleased with the outcome and the performance of my team.”

Leon watched Chris fidget slightly in his seat as he spoke. He was clearly uncomfortable, but he was handling it well. Still, Chris was out of his depth.

Politicians were hard enough to hold a work related conversation with. They were always playing games. A simple discussion became a contract with fine print, never in your favor or your benefit. More was always demanded of you, because good was never good enough for them. He wondered who had more power anyway, in these strange times. Was it the politicians he was used to handling, or the people sitting a few meters away from him.

“-the use of B.O.W units by the BSAA?”

Leon’s attention violently snapped back to the woman seated at the head of the table. She shuffled through a document folder, licking a finger to flick through the pages effortlessly. Peering down through a set of reading glasses with a fine gold chain draped around her neck, a frown crinkled the skin on her forehead. She looked to be at least fifty years of age, with the telltale signs that she’d had work done to maintain a youthful presentation. Despite mankind mastering the molding of biology, they were still unable to tame the passage of time. The cracks in her mask formed when she frowned, and her voice gave away her years. Her dark eyes shifted upwards, piercing out from behind a sunken brow.

“I-Wh-Excuse me?” Chris stammered, shocked at whatever she had just implied.

Leon looked around the room hoping to find some context. The BSAA members appeared just as confused and shocked as he was.

“Mr. Redfield, as the lead operator of this…” the woman paused, a chill beginning to settle on the room, “... Successful operation…”

Chris stiffened in his chair. Leon squinted from across the table and could barely make out the tiny printed details on her visitors identification badge.

Ms. Harker, CTO, Valhanian Pharmaceuticals.

This is bad, he thought.

“... Do you condone the use of Bio-Organic-Weapons by the BSAA?”

Harker’s speech had a sharp whistle to it that pierced the air of the room and the stunned silence of the attendees. This was a regular Tuesday lunch for Leon, for Chris this may as well be judgment day at the pearly gates.

Don’t.

As if willing it so hard might psychically influence Chris into responding the right way.

Chris, don’t.

“What the hell are you trying to say?”

Fuck.

He couldn’t fault Chris for being defensive, but god, if there ever was a worse time for it.

“It’s a simple question, Mr Redfield.”

Chris rolled back his shoulders and leaned into his chair, hands clasped tightly on the tabletop, trying to calm himself as he regulated the tone of his response.

“Of course we don’t condone the use of B.O.W’s, the BSAA was formed specifically to combat their use and propagation.” he responded calmly and confidently.

“Thank you Mr Redfield, you’ve alleviated my concerns regarding your intelligence.”

Leon flinched at the insult. Glancing at Chris, he could see his friend's quick fuse burning at an alarming rate.

“However your conviction is something I fear I must question.”

Chris swallowed. The colour had drained ever so slightly from his face.

“I only think it’s right that the BSAA is transparent with regards to how it operates. We came to you on the good faith you would have the professionalism to help us clean up a horrific accident…” she gently placed the manilla folder back on the desk in front of her, and started to lay out items from inside it in an organised fashion.

“... and what are we without safety protocols and rigidity? Our products keep people alive and healthy all over the world, as I’m sure you’re all well aware.”

The venom in her tone caused a shiver to roll across Leon’s skin.

“So to sit here in front of myself and my associates, and represent the BSAA, I find this conviction quite concerning with regards to what I’m going to show you.”

With a twist of her wrist she selected and slid a photograph down the length of the table, as if to twist the knife deeper.

“Care to explain this to me, Mr Redfield?”

Chris gently reached for the photograph, his hand trembled ever so slightly. The sight of Chris of all people, this nervous unsettled Leon like nothing else, despite everything he’d been through and seen before. Somehow a room full of big-pharma sharks was scarier than a giant monster covered in teeth and claws. He felt his heart beat a little faster as Chris eyed the photograph.

“I’m sorry, what exactly am I looking at?”

Good, good. Leon thought. Don’t give it to them easy.

“What you are looking at, Mr Redfield, is an image pulled from our security system. It’s the clearest shot our team recovered, as either the camera’s were tampered with, or their blind spots were carefully utilised by this….” she paused, tapping the table with an acrylic nail as she pondered what word would be most appropriate.

“... individual.”

She paused to let the phrase sink in before continuing.

“It failed to hide entirely from us however, and in that image you can clearly see it is wearing a uniform that matches those of your team, yet it is not a human.”

Fuck. He’d been so careful, so cautious.

Something had felt off about the job from the minute Leon set boots on the ground outside the factory. Chris had assured him that it’d be smooth, he’d done it a hundred times before, there shouldn’t be any issues. It was a C-Virus outbreak for sure, but not the normal kind. Valhanian was working on vaccines and preventative medication, blockers for the immune system that could quickly and effectively obliterate the virus or prevent it from even gaining a hold on the system. The most common form was the standard strains that had a very similar effect on humans as the T-Virus did, which they were led to believe was the main focus of the factory - manufacturing and R&D for the ‘zombie’ strains.

What they found waiting for them was most certainly not the standard C-Virus infected humans.

Chris had brushed it off at the time, claiming that with how volatile the virus was, he wasn’t surprised that something had gone wrong and there were chrysalid variants in the facility.

Nothing’s without risk, something must have gone wrong, it’s not like we haven’t handled this sort of thing before.

Leon knew that there was no way in hell that a company with that much money in the game of vaccines would fuck around and find out - risking everything in the process. But it wasn’t worth arguing with Chris, he insisted that it wasn’t his job to worry about the science team’s side of things and that ‘Rebecca will figure it out.’

Chris was ever the optimist on his good days. Leon had seen too much to trust any corporation that invested in the field of medicine. You don’t get fission without fusion, and anyone who claimed that advancements in bio-organic warfare had no links to advancements in medicine, was a fool or a liar. Most likely both.

Naturally, something went wrong on the job, sure he’d had a little ‘mutation’ incident, but Rebecca’s drugs worked a treat, they just took a while to fully kick in.

“I don’t know what this is or what you’re trying to do, we don’t employ B.O.W’s as part of our operations, whatever you’re trying to claim with this is unfounded.” Chris responded in anger.

No no no you dumbass, don’t give it to them Chris!

“Mr. Redfield, I'm just being thorough.” Harker’s voice took the tone of a teacher reprimanding a student, “You’re no stranger to the industry, and I’m sure you understand we are very conscious and concerned about protecting our business. Incidents like this are of a high concern to us as the entire reason we brought the BSAA in to assist us was to stop a B.O.W incident.”

Chris glanced briefly at the BSAA staff seated around him, and Leon. Fear and panic reflected in his eyes, a silent cry for help. Leon could tell that Chris knew who was in the photograph and could only lie about it for so long before the game was given away.

Leon cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the sharks.

“Ms Harker I can assure you that Chris is just as shocked as you are, and that the BSAA operates at the highest level of-”

“Thank you for your assurance, Mr Kennedy,” Harker interrupted, her full attention snapping to Leon “but I believe you are not a member of the BSAA is that correct?”

There was a predatory look to her gaze. Leon’s heart skipped a beat.

“Yes, I’m temporarily assigned to assist them in operations regarding the C-Virus as I have first hand experience with it that has proven invaluable in us combatting further outbreaks.”

“I don’t doubt that Mr. Kennedy. I’m aware of your reputation and high standing. Our country has a lot to thank you for.”

He shivered again. There was no genuinity to her tone.

“I just wish to express my concerns, as I feel we deserve an explanation to the security footage.”

Leon dug his fingers into his thigh, scrunching the fabric of his chinos, hands hidden under the table. Showing any public sign of fear or nerves would be his downfall.

“Trust is critical to any operation, but you all know this of course. How can we trust the BSAA after seeing this? How can you even trust yourselves?”

Seeing a hint of a smile form at the edges of her mouth, Leon’s temper began to rise.

Chris began to speak, only to be cut off by Harker’s shrill tone.

“Have you considered that there may be individuals lying dormantly infected, unbeknownst to the world, the BSAA, even themselves?

Leon bit down on his tongue.

“Perhaps there’s an infected individual sitting in this room with us right now.”

Chris went white and gripped the photograph tighter, holding himself back from instinctively looking away from Harker, he could see the bait now but it was too late.

“Perhaps it's someone not within the BSAA.” she trailed off softly as she shifted her sights from Chris to Leon.

He felt the eyes of every member of the meeting shift to look at him in horror.

#c virus au #Leon Kennedy #Chris Redfield #Resident Evil 6 #Resident Evil #infected leon #POSTS THIS AND RUNS #peace offering tumblr #for being absent so much #this was a lot of fun and refreshing for me #and i hope you all get a kick from it #more to come when I can write more #hopefully soon #and hopefully sooner too on the final chapter

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Todays rip: 05/03/2024

Grand Dad Metropolis

Season 1 Featured on: GiIvaSunner's HighestQuality Video Game Rips Volume 2 Also on: GilvaSunner's Highest Quality Video Game Rips: Volume 3 & Knigra, 7 Somari Dad

Ripped by MtH

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Juxtaposed to yesterday's post on a rip that's barely a week old in Willievan Afton Polkka, today we're going OLD school: to a time early in Season 1, back when the mere act of melodyswapping in any capacity still felt like witchcraft (and honestly, to me it still kind of does!). At first glance, Grand Dad Metropolis may appear to just be yet another funny flintstones edit amidst a sea of others - but in the context it was released in, it managed to both be incredibly funny, and mind-bendingly impressive at the same time. I'll try to summarize.

I've been alluding to the significance of April Fools on SiIvaGunner a handful of times on here, notably in Violet Snow Memories, and I've gotten quite a few requests to cover Season 7's April Fools event in particular. Rest assured: that day will come, but I think its important to cover some history beforehand. SiIvaGunner as a channel, one initially all about lightheartedly bait-and-switching unsuspecting viewers, obviously goes hand-in-hand with the very essence of April Fools. But then that raises the question: if the channel, in the early days of Season 1, was already aiming to pull pranks on people all days of the year, what could they do to change that up for when April Fools rolled around? The answer that the team came up with was perhaps the funniest one they could've done: for the entire day, every rip uploaded was of *actually* completely unedited video game music. Funnier yet, all the music chosen were of songs that already featured *some* of the notes from The Flintstones theme, giving the illusion that they had been edited just subtly - effectively driving the audience mad with confusion over whether or not the funny Grand Dad theme was going to play or not.

But where does Grand Dad Metropolis come into this? You can probably hear yourself that, unlike what I'm talking about here, it IS actually edited, if you're familiar with the original track. That's the thing - viewers back then were VERY familiar with the original track, as part of a running joke dating back to just a month after the channel's creation. The track Grand Metropolis, playing off of its very funny name, had been uploaded *six times* to the SiIvaGunner channel (back when it was still called GiIvaSunner) before April Fools rolled around - and in each of these instances, the track had been completely unedited. It was hard to really discern what the point of these repeated uploads was other than to just be mildly funny filler, that the joke was just in how the name of the track evoked the thought of the Grand Dad meme itself without any need to change the melody - until you realize the number that comes after six. Seven. The Seventh Grand Metropolis rip was yet to be uploaded - until, again, the day of April Fools.

With these two in jokes combined - the joke of Grand Metropolis being repeatedly uploaded without any edit until it had reached six out of seven total Grand uploads, and the joke of Season 1's April Fools being to do the complete inverse of the channel's typical activity - Grand Dad Metropolis was the ultimate payoff to a joke almost two months in the making. But see, the quality of the rip runs runs yet further: It was understood, back in the early days of Season 1, that most melody-swap rips made used songs where replacing or modifying its lead melody wasn't all too much work, be it well-understood 8-bit music such as on the NES, or songs whose stems and such were fully available to make isolating individual instruments a non-issue. Grand Metropolis had no such advantage, its performed with a live guitar played by Jun Senoue of SEGA's sound team, it doesn't have any sort of release out that allows for isolation of its instruments, and its sound is distinct enough to where it would seemingly be a huge challenge to recreate from scratch - Yet somehow, ripper MtH was still able to make Grand Dad Metropolis sound shockingly authentic-sounding, to the amazement of many. Check the video's comment section yourself, you'll find even some rippers like SonicHeroesFan1 of Green Panty Zone (Sequenced Ver.) fame left amazed at how a rip like this was - at the time - even possible.

There's of course a handful of other jokes featured throughout the rip as well, following that initial hit of getting the long-awaited funny flintstones. The melody goes through Snow Halation, Hiroyuki Sawano's Before my Body is Dry and Gangnam Style - all three jokes being quite historically important to SiIvaGunner's legacy, as I've covered in Stone Halation, voiceless and One Winged PSYcho - V.S. Sepsyrop respectively. That importance, paired with the prior-described lengthy context that surrounded it, really makes Grand Dad Metropolis a sort of milestone in early SiIvaGunner, a distillation of everything that gave the channel its initial intrigue, featuring some of the most core-to-the-channel jokes, ones pushed hard by the team's earliest members since the channel's inception. That part of the rip is undeniably important, of course, and yet...its the gag that still sells it for me. The gag of finally receiving the seventh Grand Metropolis was such a genuinely funny one to have unfold in real time and, paired with how funny April Fools of Season 1 was to begin with, ensured that Grand Dad Metropolis would be one I'd remember for all of time. For as often-sloppy, unplanned and rough as Season 1 can often feel, the novelty of the channel's conceit and the cleverness of the team resulted in it being one of the most devious and surprise-filled periods of the channel's entire life. And to me, that is what Grand Dad Metropolis most proudly represents. Pure, unfiltered Season 1 silliness.

Speaking of that silliness - huge shoutout to the "GiIvaSunner's HighestQuality Video Game Rips Volume 2" April Fools album this debuted on, featuring 245 uncompressed FLACs of Grand Metropolis, where exactly ONE of them was actually Grand Dad Metropolis. I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to actually talk about Volume 2 on here, so please look it up on the Wiki - its one of the funniest things the channel's ever done.

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